As we grow old, there just seems to be more and more things that we can be a part of. Our friends list is multiplied–we now have preschool friends, grade school friends, high school friends, college friends, and post-grad friends–which means we have more lunch and dinner reunions to attend. Our hobbies and interests also get a bit more varied (and, to be candid, we have more money to spend on them), thus we have a menu of weekend activities to choose from: a crafts session, a gig of your favorite band, a football scrimmage, a yoga class, a church fellowship, an underground party, a kid/niece/nephew’s family day, and the list goes on. Don’t even get me started with work. People from the office love eat-outs and videoke, and employers love throwing random big events (parties, launches, assemblies, whatever you call them) to keep their employees engaged.
Amidst this abundance of choices, there just also seems to be more and more possibility of us missing out on things. There’s just very limited time, physical strength, money, and sanity to juggle one’s career, family, friends, health, jobs on the sideline, passion projects, faith, financial situation, romantic relationship/s (or the lack of it), social media life, and other leisurely activities.
It’s so tempting to go to every big and public event or activity we are invited to, regardless of what “smaller” things we sacrifice. You might have other reasons on why you want to do that, but it’s highly likely that one of them is because you want others to think that you are having the time of your life. I myself am guilty of having to pause during exciting moments and go: “I have to Instagram this!!” Alas. The young generation seems to have a constant need to put up a my-life-is-exciting facade on social media. I’ve seen some people (and I myself was once guilty of this; and no I am not generalizing the youngfolk) for whom photo documentation is like breathing air. They go to an event, have their photo taken (with the tagline “Uy, tag mo ‘ko ha!“), do some senseless small talk, and rush to their next event. They may have been physically present, but they weren’t really there.
There are too many events to attend, too many people to meet, too many places to visit, and too many things to do. But, you can only allocate yourself to a few meaningful moments. Choose wisely. (And, please lang. May we all stop with our social media exaggeration. No need for our #bestnightever #mylifeisawesome #blessedforever hashtags. We are harboring a culture of hyper-sharing that breeds jealousy and depression.)
And to those who are victims of social media posts of friends that make them feel like their life sucks, you don’t need to be in that party or that class or that trip for your life to be awesome. Enjoy your baby’s smile, your best friend’s laughter, your father’s snoring, or even your officemate’s rants. Make a meaningful moment out of your situation.
*FOMO apparently stands for “Fear Of Missing Out”. I learn these pa-cool terms from reading articles about millenials.